Who Is The Next Kubrick?

Despite that fact that so much of film comes out of its scripts, its editors, and, of course, its actors, we still hold one position in the highest of cinematic esteems: the director. And within the world of this lofty position, there is a name that is typically bandied about as the true master of movies: Stanley Kubrick.

If you’ve never watched a single Kubrick film, I’m afraid we can’t be friends anymore. Like, seriously. The sleepover is off and I want my N64 games back. His films were unlike any others, and I’m perfectly comfortable putting him on the same pedestal I’d put undeniable masters of their craft such as Shakespeare, Mozart, Carlin, you name it. Stan would be right up there, and he’d have a much better beard.

Sadly, in 1999 Stanley passed away and the world of motion picture art has yet been able to reignite the sun that was Stanley’s brilliance. But that’s not to say that other artists haven’t attempted to fill Mr. Kubrick’s ax-wielding, milk-drinking, strange-loving shoes. There a handful of directors that have had the phrase “The Next Kubrick” thrown at them, but which of these directors really deserves the title? We’ll look at some contenders here, and I’ll let you know who I think takes the crown. Sound good? Viddy well, little brother, viddy well…

PAUL THOMAS ANDERSON

FILMS: BOOGIE NIGHTS, MAGNOLIA, PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE, THERE WILL BE BLOOD, THE MASTER

This is the typical go-to guy when the conversation of modern day Kubrick comes up. And it’s hard to argue. The attention to detail within every frame of a PTA film is denser than a slice of Death by Chocolate cake. Kubrick was well-known, and later extremely admired by film aficionados, for making masterful use of every inch of what you saw on screen. Check out the documentary Room 237 just to see how deep this rabbit-hole really goes. Either way, neither of these men ever let anything happen on accident.

But on a more personal level, PTA’s films feel laborious, and you definitely walk out of the theater feeling as if you’ve…experienced something. They grab hold of you, often draw blood, and almost always leave scars. The rapid succession of collapse in Boogie Nights, the agonizing “baptism” of There Will Be Blood, the heart-breaking…well…sing-along of Magnolia. These and more are what transform Anderson’s films from entertainment to art, and like a lot of the best of art, comfort is not the goal.

Kubrick’s films were rarely easy sits. Throw a rock at just about any scene in A Clockwork Orange and you’re bound to find something harsh or violent or…phallic. The final moments of Full Metal Jacket certainly stay with you, as you know they will the characters within. And while Dr. Strangelove is one hell of a comedy, the implications of it are as haunting as any of the best dramas out there. Tonally, PTA and Kubrick are best buddies.

However, there is a reason that PTA is also often used in the same conversation as another film legend: Robert Altman. Altman and Anderson both seem to be drawn to the sprawling, character-heavy examinations of existence. Conversely, Kubrick typically kept it contained. He made significant use of narrators, single character scenes, and the idea of isolation. Not to say that Anderson doesn’t as well, There Will Be Blood being a beautiful, oily example of this, but on average you definitely see whatever corner of the world Paul thinks should be looked at through many pairs of eyes, as opposed to Kubrick’s more lonely takes.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s a reason these two are connected, but for me, Paul ain’t sitting in Stanley’s directing chair quite yet. The search continues.

CHRISTOPHER NOLAN

FILMS: THE BATMAN TRILOGY, INSOMNIA, THE PRESTIGE, MEMENTO, INCEPTION

If there’s anyone to match Kubrick’s scope, it’s Christopher Nolan. As Kubrick rose to prominence, so did his ambition, and his films reflected that. The evolutionary leaps between Lolita to Dr. Strangelove to 2001: A Space Odyssey are nothing short of stunning, and his work only grew more and more overwhelming as it was outstanding.

Nolan swims right along Stanley here, going from the modest (but brilliant) Memento to the daunting Dark Knight to the drug-trip come to life that was Inception. Success was not the downfall of either of these filmmakers, in fact the only thing that rose right alongside their fame was their quality of work.

An underrated aspect of art is adaptation. To transfer not just words or stories from page to stage, but meaning and heart while still creating something unique of your own successfully is just a wee bit shy of absolutely bat-shit crazy impossible. Nearly every single one of Kubrick’s films was an adaptation of a novel or short story, and certainly all of the most memorable of his movies. And while you have authors like Stephen King who despised their adaptation, many admit that Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange far surpasses anything Anthony Burgess put to paper. It’s hard to do, and harder to do well. And impossible to imagine that Kubrick managed to make it happen again and again and again.

Insomnia, Memento, The Prestige, (obviously) the Batman films, and, depending on which Scrooge McDuck fan you ask, Inception are all adaptations as well. And well done adaptations at that. Sure, working with your brother is probably less tricky than a novelist of extreme prominence, but handling one of pop culture’s most beloved icons is no simple task. And we all know how well that worked out. There’s an unwritten rule between artists that agree to adaptation that trust must be placed in the adapter to honor whatever once was in this new form. These two men fulfilled their contract and then some more than twice.

Now answer me honestly. Was your life changed by Batman Begins? Will Inception be remembered as one of the all time greatest black comedies? While I do love Christopher Nolan and can’t wait to see what a madhouse adventure Interstellar will probably be, I recognize that his films aren’t quite the searing extrapolations of the human condition that so often were Kubrick’s. Not to say that he may not have it in him in the future, but for now we just have a stable of some thrilling, incredibly entertaining, and always enterprising motion pictures. But, hey, give him time. Ya never know.

But until then, in the race for the next Kubrick, I’m betting the house on…

Over and over, artists are encouraged to create, destroy, give up, try again, love, laugh, regret, and live live live all to find one thing: their voice. There are plenty of craftsmen out there who can build you a perfect boat that will get you across the Atlantic, but it’s that rare shipbuilder who decides to paint it pink. In the world of film, there’s a cavalcade of fine filmmakers who know how to take a script and make it ten times as spectacular as it ever was on the printed page, but so few who really know the way to make it so distinctly their own.

One such filmmaker was Stanley Kubrick. Another is Wes Anderson.

There’s simply nothing like a Kubrick film. Sure, stylistically or tonally there are some, but I’m talking about something not as quantifiable. I’m talking about energy. About spirit. There was something so specifically Stan. It’s that something that makes them so memorable and revered. It’s that something that vibrates with us in its sometimes unsettling, sometimes inspiring, and always always always unique way.

It was his voice.

Wes Anderson may be the next Stanley Kubrick, but that doesn’t mean he’s another Stanley Kubrick. He’s got all the technical stuff: the skills of composition of shots, the meticulousness, all that obsessive compulsive ability that the masters must have. But that’s not what matters, and Stanley would tell you that, too.

What matters is to make yourself undeniably singular. To be so entirely of yourself that others can only ever hope to try and mimic, but never fully reach. There are many filmmakers out there that try to be Stanley Kubrick, but, in doing so, they completely miss the point as to what made Stanley so remarkable.

Wes Anderson is unapologetically himself, and his films translate this beautifully. Like the best of Kubrick, there is something in the air of every frame that makes them each so wholly his own. They all feel as if there should be a tiny signature hidden somewhere like in great paintings. They couldn’t be anyone else, and they never will be.

Just like Stanley.

And while I hear you shouting that Anderson has never attempted drama and how dare I compare him to the most soul-searing director of all time, I say that only further strengthens my argument. Anderson is the yin to Kubrick’s yang. He’s the laughing drama mask. He’s examining life just as thoroughly as Stanley did, only with the sun rising compared to Kubrick’s dusk. And in doing so, he stands alone.

As Stanley stood alone years ago in the same spot.

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And so the crown is passed on. Agree? Disagree? Don’t attempt any ultra-violence, just let me know below!

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Adam Esquenazi Douglas is a playwright who was born in Texas, grew up in Arkansas, was raised by a Jewish man and a Cuban woman, and, somehow, he doesn’t have an accent.

About The Author

Adam Esquenazi Douglas

Adam Esquenazi Douglas is a playwright who was born in Texas, grew up in Arkansas, was raised by a Jewish man and a Cuban woman, and, somehow, he doesn’t have an accent. His plays have been produced across the United States from Los Angeles to New York City, as well as in Canada and Japan.

He is co-host of two podcasts, The JimmyJew Podcast Extravaganza and Schmame Over Level 2, which can be found at http://jimmyjew.libsyn.com/ and http://schmameoverlevel2.libsyn.com/ respectively, as well as on iTunes. He is a contributing writer to www.GamersSchmamers.com.

He currently lives in Brooklyn where he drinks far too much coffee.

David R

The thing about “the next Kubrick” is that most people aren’t really attempting to do what he did. Sure, you could conclude that the key ingredient of Kubrick was that he was an individual, and simply go about looking for the most individual filmmaker out there (whatever that means), but I don’t think that’s the ultimate goal of a specific comparison like this one.

Kubrick wanted to change the way we make movies. He wanted to make art in a way that was charismatic, technically perfect, and deeply unsettling. He made strong statements about the darker side of the human condition, and he made them densely, but he also made movies that inspired people to do the interpretive legwork his statements demanded. This is why people suggest, and why I agree, that the only person around these days who can justifiably be called “the next Kubrick” is Paul Thomas Anderson. Particularly with his last two movies.

Nolan is certainly a thematic filmmaker, but he’s given over to the popcorn approach in a way that removes him from Kubrick status from the get-go. And just because Wes Anderson has an unmistakeable fingerprint, that doesn’t necessarily put him in the same category either.

The closest thing we have to a filmmaker with Kubrick’s level of talent is Quentin Tarantino. But Tarantino could never be quite on Kubrick’s level because -although he very clearly grasps arthouse techniques and subtlety- he’s a big kid who wants to bring grindhouse sensibilities to the public at large. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It makes him immensely entertaining and my personal favorite, but that desire also puts his movies in a different place than Kubrick’s. Kubrick made art, period. QT makes art, but he wants it to be the craziest, wackiest art you can still call art.

Nolan has quickly taken on ridiculous Bay-like tendencies in his films and it disappoints me. Kubrick would not have had rocket cars flying on top of building or have a hero flying in his spaceship-looking thing with an atomic bomb for an epically cliche blaze of glory finale. If Kubrick made a movie about entering people’s subconscious, I’d like to think he’d come up with more interesting obstacles than guys in suits with guns or a train in the middle of a street and he’d certainly spend less time in exposition assuming the audience was to dumb to figure it out for themselves.

The one who proclaims that they are the next Kubrick, is in fact, the Anti-Kubrick. The true coming of the Next Kubrick will be a man (or a woman) that expresses their films in a uniquely, haunting, and ironic way. They will not appear to be Kubrick, for Kubrick was not a copy-cat; he was his own style. The next Kubrick will do the same – create his own style.

Kubrick won’t be alone. I know there is a movie renaissance emerging, because we are approaching an all time low in film art/progression. Just a matter of time.

Jezzer

How much coffee does one have to drink in Hipster Central, Brooklyn to be able to say Wes “The Unbearable Lightness of Tweeing” Anderson is THE NEXT KUBRICK!!!11! and keep a straight face?

Paul Demontez

Wes Anderson is all style no content. he’s taken Kubrick’s ‘style’ and without honouring it or understanding carved a niche to a market of pretentious hipsters that look but don’t think. So if by ‘yon to Kubrick’s’ yang you mean he’s the anti-kubrick then I agree. He’s a film maker with that uses style with no substance in a ‘quirky’ way alluring those without direction. Kubrick use style to attempt to allure those to matters of substance asking questions of the human condition and honouring the skills, techniques and artistry of the film making process. Kubrick is more than one point perspective, I can’t say the same for Wes Anderson, whose entire style and film making ethos is like one of a teenager than has for the first time just watched Barry Lyndon and doesn’t have the mental capacity to digest that beyond the aesthetic qualities of the film. Why people love Wes Anderson’s films I don’t know. Shot well, but beyond that there is nothing – The Darjeeling Limited being a point in case and don’t get e started on The Royal Tenenbaums. One of the most utterly dull contrived movies ever made in the guise of a comedy, I switched off after 20 minutes because I was so bored by the one dimensional characterisation and narrative ; I later revisited it and discovered I was right to have switched off.